Whitefish River the coyotes sing when they call on your lovin'.

As the coy wolf slowly circled him, the wheels in his head finally clicked. Ah. She's trying to seduce me. He wanted to laugh at the thought. He was not into coyotes at all, let alone a hybrid bastard of one.

She was being rather subtle about it, slowly testing her chances, but he could mirror her and do the opposite, slowly and subtly rejecting her. "I can see you are...but aren't some challenges even a bit much for the bravest of daredevils?"